The weather is very strange, tomorrow there will be a round of sun hanging high tomorrow, but it will rain lightly.

The drizzling rain knocked on the stone floor, as if playing a special music, a somewhat lonely and sad tune.

Mo Qingqian heard someone's footsteps, and merged into this song, very light and slow, adding a bit of vitality to the music.

She turned around and saw the boy with the blue eyes of the lake, but it was not her boy.

"She's looking for you." Jiang Li said flatly. seemed to feel that something was wrong, and added: "It's raining, go back." Then he turned away without a moment's hesitation.

"Wait a minute." Mo Qingqian called him, clenched the hand hidden in his sleeve, and asked, "When did you appear?" ”

Jiang Li was silent for a while, then turned to Mo Qingqian and said, "I don't know, but I vaguely remember that when I woke up for the first time, it was like a deep sea of fire, and the heat around me was unbearable. He frowned, as if reminiscing, looked a little pained, and then said, "It seems that there is another woman, she ...... Holding me, hugging me very tightly, my mouth is still saying, I'm sorry, it's my mother who is sorry for you, you must keep your eyes open in the next life, don't be your mother's son anymore......"

"And then?"

"A man rushed over, kicked the woman away, and carried me out." Jiang Li paused, as if something was difficult to speak, "Later, I learned that the woman was his mother, and the man was ...... His father. ”

Mo Qingqian's tears filled her entire eye socket in an instant, and she didn't know how to describe her current mood. At that time, he was only fourteen years old, and at the most frightened, frightened, and darkest time in his life, he disappeared, or rather ran away, and then, Jiang Li appeared.

When everyone thought that Tetsuhiko was a hero, no one knew how ruthless he was to the woman who was in love with him, and how could he do it?

Mo Qingqian couldn't imagine it.

So she asked Jiang Li nervously, he didn't know, right? She really couldn't imagine what he would do if he knew what his father had done to his mother. How is he going to deal with all this?

Mo Qingqian was very eager to wait for Jiang Li's answer to her, but Jiang Li just lowered her head and didn't speak. Mo Qingqian suddenly realized something, and his heart instantly cooled half: "He, do you know?" ”

"Yes."

A loud bang exploded in Mo Qingqian's heart, she couldn't speak, her chest was very tight, and it hurt, like the feeling that she might die in the next second.

"After he realized I existed, we used to talk in a notebook, and he asked about it, and then I told him everything."

"How can you ...... How can you tell him! Mo Qingqian roared to Jiang Li, "How sad and desperate he should have been at that time......

She crouched down and hugged her knees tightly.

At that time, he was like that, right? Does that count as hugging him? She wanted to hold him, hold him tightly, tell him that there was still her, and as long as she was there, in this world, he would never be alone. If, he is willing to believe it......

The rain was heavy, the sun was gone, and the fine raindrops separated her from him. It's so close, it's so far, it seems to be touching it with your hand, as if no matter how hard you try, it's still out of reach.

"Xiao Qingqing." Mo Qingqian suddenly heard the person in front of her call her, she hurriedly stood up and looked at him in surprise.

"He said he was going to give you the most special name that belonged to him alone, so that when you think of it, you might think of him too."

Mo Qing looked at the person in front of him, burst into tears, unable to speak.

"He said he shouldn't have lived, he should have died when he was fourteen, and he had enough to survive until now."

"He said that no one in this world would really care about him."

"That's enough......" Mo Qing pleaded shallowly.

"He said he was so tired that he couldn't hold on."

"He said that even if one day, he died, no one in this world would remember him completely."

"Enough, I said enough! What the hell do you want?! Tears mixed with rain blurred Mo Qing's shallow eyes, and everything in the world was no longer clear, but his smile was engraved in his heart and could not be erased.

"I'm not saying this to make you feel guilty, I'm just trying to tell you that I'm not him, and I can't make him wake up."

"So what?" Mo Qing sneered, "Let me give up?" Let me watch you guys sweet? Why ......?"

"I admit that I have my own selfish intentions, but you might as well look back, there may still be people waiting for you there." Jiang Li sighed and said earnestly.

"But this body was originally his, and I'm ...... I've done enough, what I can do, what I can't do, I've done it all, can you give me a way to live? I...... I'm also afraid that I won't be able to hold on, I'm afraid I'll let him down again, and I'm even more afraid of ...... I can't find him anymore, he's my hope, you know? Mo Qing hoarsely looked at Jiang Li like a beggar begging for alms.

Jiang Li's eyes were red, but he still said calmly: "I know, but I ...... I also want to hold on to my hopes. A drop of rain slid down the ends of his hair to the corners of his mouth, as if to represent the sad tears that he had hidden deep in his eyes.

"But you shouldn't have been!" Mo Qingqian was almost desperate, "At least, you can't ...... In such a way...... You've been with Ye Chuxia for two years, and now it's time to give him back to me, right? ”

Mo Qing tugged at Jiang Li's sleeve and looked at him pleadingly: "Can I beg you?" I really...... It won't be long either......"

Jiang Li broke her fingers one by one: "I can't help it." He looked up at the gray sky, his eyes full of resentment, "It's it, treat me unjustly!" If you want to complain, you can only complain about it! ”

Living until now, to the current situation, so many regrets, so many sentimental, so many hardships, what should I complain about? Is fate unfair? But who is it fair to treat?

After Jiang Li left for a long time, Mo Qingqian wiped away her tears, went downstairs to change her clothes, and returned to the ward. Only Ye Chuxia leaned on the bed alone, staring out the window blankly, and his eyes never blinked.

"Have you ever seen a rainbow?" She turned around and asked Mo Qingqian, "He said that this kind of weather is the easiest to see rainbows." ”

She said she first saw Rainbow on the day she met him.

"That day, it rained very suddenly, the sun was still hanging, and it was raining so hard. I had to take shelter from the rain under the eaves of the shop for a while. At the time, I was wearing a white shirt and it was raining, so you know? She smiled slightly.

Mo Qingqian nodded. But she didn't know who she saw through this rain curtain?

"At that time, I was not the only one under the roof, and a few thugs whistled at me, insulted me, and even used their hands and feet. I was angry and embarrassed, and I didn't know what to do, when he showed up. "He took off his clothes and draped them over me, and then, beating the thugs away, gave me his umbrella, and went away in the pouring rain." Although he didn't say anything to me, for me, it was already the rarest warmth in my life. So from then on, I identified with him. ”

"Who did you meet?" Mo Qing asked.

But Ye Chuxia didn't answer, just blindly immersed in his own memories: "Then, I will follow him every day and be his follower, even if he is so bored." He said that he already has someone he likes and will never like anyone else again in his life. She looked at me and smiled, so far-fetched: "You know what? The first time I saw him laugh was when he mentioned the girl. I was thinking, if only one day, I could meet someone who makes me laugh unconsciously......" She hung her head, and a series of tears flowed silently from her aching face.

"I met, but it was only for such a short time, and I was really unwilling."

She suddenly looked back at Mo Qingqian, who was silent, and asked, "Do you hate me?" The dry eyes clearly reflected Mo Qing's astonishment.

Hate? It doesn't seem to count, don't you hate? It doesn't seem to be. She couldn't tell how it felt. But she knew that she was not qualified to hate her, to hate anyone.

So she said to Ye Chuxia: "I don't hate you. ”

She smiled, deep in her heart, but a sarcastic wry smile: "Why? How can you not hate me? She didn't seem to understand, and her brow furrowed. After a while, as if relieved again, he spoke: "I know, you are because I am dying, what is there to hate?" Is that right? A line of tears ran down her emaciated cheeks, slowly slid down the pillow, and disappeared without a trace.

Mo Qing looked at it lightly, sadly, and did not speak.

She laughed with tears in her eyes: "Look, I know ......"

"I have no reason to hate you." Mo Qingqian interrupted her, "I only blame myself, I keep saying that I like him and understand him, but I don't know anything about it...... He didn't know the hurt in his heart at all, he was pretending to be strong, he didn't know at all, he also wanted a home...... I didn't know anything, so, nothing was given to him......"

He was so proud, but he had such a fragile heart, which was already full of holes and scarred, and she only knew now that it was no wonder that he would run away.

The rain outside the window was light. Isn't it ridiculous that it is menacing, but quietly exits? It only wants us to see its strength, but it doesn't want us to see its weakness. But it didn't know that it was normal for it to be strong or weak, and no one would make fun of it.

Mo Qing advised Ye Chuxia to sleep well in the early summer, and everything was fine when she woke up.

But Ye Chuxia's words were deeply rooted in her heart.

"I can't sleep, I'm afraid," she said...... I'm afraid that as soon as I close my eyes, I won't be able to wake up again......"

But because she was so tired and tired, she fell asleep. In the dream, he still frowned tightly, clenched the quilt tightly with both hands, and called his name in his mouth, one after another until tears flowed.

Jiang Li watched quietly from the side, gently wiping away her tears, but she couldn't wipe them clean.

His eyes were red, and his blue eyes were covered with a thick layer of mist.

Mo Qingqian asked him if he really liked her and loved her?

He asked, "What do you think likes?" What is Love? ”

“…… I don't know ......."

"Like, it's a faint love; Love is deep like. ”

When Mo Qingqian heard him say this, she seemed to suddenly understand something: "You said the same thing as her." ”

He hid his face and wept silently, and then said, "I don't love her." Love doesn't ask for anything in return, but I beg, I beg her to be by my side all the time, never, never leave. ”

Mo Qingqian patted his somewhat emaciated back and chuckled: "Then say so, it turns out ...... I don't love him......"